Reviving this thread to relate my experience yesterday. Driving to the nearest town (15 kms) the road I take is winding, narrow and hilly and I spotted a SP up ahead going at quite a lick, for them. I thought it might be Jean-Claude an old petanque friend of mine and, as he had once given me a lift over this very road when we teamed up for a doubles competition, I resolved to be wary. On that occasion it was definitely a white knuckle ride, no stops at STOPS, not even looks but I eventually came through unscathed.
Anyway he braked hard for an oncoming vehicle and then at the approach of a 2nd he pulled right onto the grass at the side and stopped. The oncomer having passed and with him still there I assumed he had reached his destination and pulled out to overtake him, at which point he suddenly rejoined the road and I had to brake sharply. A short while later at the entrance to a hamlet he again pulled over and stopped, more room this time I again attempted the overtake and as I did so saw that it was indeed J-C and this time he was allowing me to pass.
They are limited I think to 60 km/hr and he kept up with me fairly well after that but there was one curious thing. He was driving on sidelights but when he indicated one way or the other the sidelight on that side did not work till the indicator had stopped. He always had a new car every year so did not think it was a banger not properly maintained.
Years ago I bought a Piaggio Ape 3 wheeled van which, classed as a scooter, did not need registration. But it did need insurance (not sure about a licence because we both had one anyway) and it was very expensive, equal to the full cover on the car. In 2009 the law changed and registration was required but by that time we had stopped using it.
J-C was fond of a drink and one day, on a similar road, friends of mine found him in a shallow ditch, 3 wheels down and one in the air. He was just sitting there totally unconcerned. they pushed him out and sent him on his way but when he got to his own turning he stopped and indicated that he was inviting them back to his house for a thank you drink. They declined politely.
A lifelong bachelor he took a fancy to an Englishwoman we knew and asked her out to dinner. He arrived on time and walked into her house carrying a cake, shutting the door behind him, Before she realised what was happening he had taken her into his arms for a kiss at the same time pressing one hand to her breast. She wasted no time showing him the door. This did not seem to be an assault in the normal way we would understand, more the clumsy move of a lonely man unaccustomed to the right way of going about things. There was no force involved, indeed she was very slightly built and not strong, and he went willingly, apparently in confusion. A strange character.